Chapter 140
Charlie
You don't just become palace medical staff.
There are background checks, lineage reviews, psychological evaluations, interviews stacked on interviews—every inch of your life turned inside out and catalogued like a specimen under glass.
Unless, of course, your aunt has been the Queen's personal attendant for over twenty years.
In that case, all it takes is a quiet word over tea, a gentle recommendation wrapped in loyalty and time, and suddenly you're standing in white halls that smell faintly of antiseptic and flowers, wearing a badge that feels heavier than it should.
I don't kid myself. I know exactly how I got here.
But I also know I earned staying.
I've always been good at my job.
I think back to the first time I met Jack before he was the prince.My brother had dragged me along to that beach house meeting, whispering the price like it was a sacred number, already bracing himself for the usual rich-alpha arrogance. He often did when dealing with alphas.
